Ten Thursday Things

1. As a 22 3/4-year old, I'm finally coming to terms with who I am.  And this gloriously beautiful and talented and available lady that is me...doesn't like chocolate.  I think I've always known, but I just barely started to admit it to myself.  And then I finally acknowledged it when just the smell of those fudgy double-chocolate brownie cookies incurred nauseated revulsion.  What is this! Am I less of a woman?  What about all those things people say about Females! Estrogen! PMS!  Women like chocolate! But really.  Just give me butterscotch instead. 
2. Sometimes I wake up and I realize that I've been singing "Les Miserables" songs in my sleep.  I guess my subconscious is theatrical. Nbd. 
3. At work this week, I kind of a little bit got reprimanded...for TALKING.  Um, hi, that is not a rule.  I am allowed to talk to people, whether or not they speak English, and I am allowed to tell them about the Bayeux Tapestry and childbirth during the Renaissance if I want to.  But, no.  I was relegated to this little hallway that might be a room (but I think it's a hallway) to roll out my peanut butter cookies all by my lonesome.  How embarrassing.  Only later did I come to find out that it was because I was making my coworker laugh too much.  Well, then, that's not so bad.  I tell ya, when I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll. 
4. Related to that, my other boss recently discovered that I am, in fact, funny as "gargle."  She didn't say "gargle" obviously, but it's a funny word, so it works. 
5. Can I just---can I just---can I just LIVE in Bed, Bath, and Beyond please?  Okay but if I do, just realize that we will be changing the name to Bed, Bath, and Beyonce.  
6. In school the other day, we made challah bread.  Holla!  Of course, there were lots of puns going around, like "I know we just celebrated Martin Luther King, and yet we're having another challah-day?"  Plus, I now have a new way to braid my hair.  
7. Tomorrow is February, aka known as the commencement of the two-week countdown to Valentine's Day.  Ugh. And since you asked, yes, my relationship status is still Netflix/my sweatpants/Cool Ranch Doritos. 
8. On occasion, school feels like potions class.  Not because my teacher is a meanie (on the contrary -- when we made Napoleons yesterday, he turned his hat sideways, thrust his hand in his jacket, and stooped down all tiny to get into "character") but because we're all mixing up stuff we've never made before and the processes are growing increasingly complicated.  While we may not be using lacewing flies or sopophorous beans, we did make laminated dough from scratch this week.  [Today we made a puff pastry called a pithivier and oh, was mine pitiful.  I wanted to cry/hide it under a bucket.]  I find myself casting sidelong glances at my classmates, checking to see if their lemon curd has gelatinized yet, as I'm whisking up a frenzy and sweating through my cravat, and then we eventually end the class tired and covered in chocolate. 
9. Riding escalators makes me feel regal and important, like I'm making a grand, effortless entrance. 
10. Independence, shmindependence.  1, 2, 10, 11, 13-17, 20, 25, 26, 29.